Chapter 78

Draven Fox

"Why?" I simply asked Nancy with the thumb crusher in my hand as Jones adjusted the tightness of the silver chains around her wrists. When I saw it previously, the device had two vertical, distance-spaced round bars, but a third one had been added, with the middle one containing threads for the screw. A rectangular metal bar was affixed to the top of the three bars. On top of it, another one with three holes was slung into the vertical bars, with space for fitting the fingers.

"I hate repeating myself, Nancy." I hissed lowly, my jaw ticking, when she coughed and spat blood, glaring at me with drowsy eyes.

"Big mistake." I roared, licking my lips as I anticipated hearing the sounds of her finger bones being crushed slowly in between the metal bars.

"You fucking bitch!" Jones wasn't patient; he backhanded her, sending her swaying in the air. She screamed when the movement made the silver chains burn further into her skin, leaving a hefty smell of burned skin.

"Hold her hand."